*seriously underused*

That title refers to my brain, by the way. In the area of writing and reading it is indeed seriously underused. I used to write all the time. I love to write. No one would know it lately. I've had this blog thing for over a year and this is what, my third post? Infact, I didn't even know how to find this page. I typed in "blogspot" in the address bar and everyone else blogs that I've been looking at came up, but not ours. So I searched in our email, nothing. It was as simple as typing in blog.com and there it was, our neglected page with the maroon background and white lettering and pictures of our wedding. I don't know how to make it exciting or really even how to get other pictures on here. This mumbo jumbo is my generation. It should be second nature to me, but instead I'm like receptionist of one of the doctors Josh rotated with who saved ALL her files straight to the desktop, no folders, no nothing. She hasn't the faintest idea where to find anything and was significantly miffed at Josh when he downloaded a file from his email to print at the office, for she truly believed he had "broken" her computer and that never again would she be able to find the patient files that were her life. I liken myself to that undereducated woman when it comes to making a blog page anything but the ordinary.
That thunderstorm we just had here in Aurora CO was NOT joking around. I fought to fall asleep a measly two hours ago as I listened to all the clicks, creaks, and squeaks that our home produces when it's settling down for the night. And now, I sit wide awake, tip tap typing away at 12:00 on the morning of the 2nd of July 2009, with one eye shut and the other squinting to save it's pupil the shock of the orb that is my computer screen. I retrieved the hammer that strangely resides in our master bedroom closet and placed it on my night stand tonight for protection against any spooks that feel the need to hassle me in the night. Josh is in Ft. Watson Beach, FL at Eglin Air Force Base for a month rotation, starting this past Sunday, so naturally if I don't have man protection something will have to take that place. We have a hunting rifle, but it hides away in our guest bedroom closet without ammunition and without an owner that knows how to use it. There's items in the house that I suppose would better suite an attack on an intruder, but the hammer is my choice. Firstly, when I decided to use it initially, back when Josh was in Virginia for two weeks, it was the only thing in the bedroom worthy of doing any damage. I heard a creak, spooked myself, darted up the stairs and locked my bedroom door behind me. Continuing on in my rediculousness I brought the hammer from my closet and placed it within reach so that any individual who might dare assault me in my own room, in my own house would have quite the surprise at their arrival. It's unexpected, yes? I have thought through the vast array of options of the damage it could cause. Brute force is not a foes friend. No one wants to get their eyes yoinked out by the backside of a hammer, but thats what they will deal with if they dare to mess with me in the night when my husband is away.

I suppose I don't have the umph to write during the day when my son is hanging on and climbing ever part of me he can grab, climbing the TV stand downstairs to reach the Wii Nunchucks simply to be able to bash them together, throwing all our toothbrushes, toothpaste and anything else within reach into the sink in our masterbathroom and watch the water splash over them as he sings, "teese....teese.....teese, teese, teese", or when he proceeds to vacuum the walls and lamps with the hose that's attached to my vacuum while making a "vrooming" noise deep in the back of his throat. My mind is wonderfully clear at 12:00am, but how was I to know it? I'm much too responsible to stay up this late simply to be able to write and fume and clear my head of all that swarms it in the day. And, this pregnancy is getting progressively more difficult to situate for the night in any comfortable fashion, so bedding down early is essential if I want any chance of staying cordial with my 2 year old the next day.

It's crazy how our house doesn't make a sound when I am awake and alert here right now, but as soon as I lay in my bed and shut these eyes it will fire up all it's antics: the settling wood, the clicking fan, the creaking door, the dripping sliding doors that leak after a wicked rain storm like the one we just had. I suppose I should mention that last part to my landlord. This is the second time in a two weeks it's leaked. Towels do the trick. I suppose I'm hillbilly enough to just not care about a little water that isn't doing anyone any harm there on the floor in the middle of the night. There's words all over in this head, but the overriding exhaustion from the day has stolen the moment. I'm guessing thats all I'm going to squeeze out for now.

This may seem haokie to some, but so what. It blows me away and reaffirms my faith, all at the same time!

Elijah has been throwing me for a loop here these past few days. A couple of nights ago he woke up at 12:30 screaming bloody murder. Josh went in and rocked and sang to him for a while and laid him back down. he cried again so I went in and held him for a while, and then he went back to sleep after whimpering for a while. Since then he hasn't been wanting to go down for naps or to bed at night. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I figured he was just trying to fight sleeping again, he hasn't done that in several months. Everytime I lay him down for a nap he's fine for about 5 minutes and then he gets REALLY upset. So, I tell him to hush and go to sleep. He doesn't, he throws a fit. So, as expected, he gets a spanking, and then he goes to sleep. Works like a charm, but he's still upset. It was wierd. Well, last night Josh puts him down to bed and normally he just sings and plays and falls asleep. But last night, again, he got really upset after about 5 minutes. He started screaming, so I ran upstairs (Josh was out with the grill) to get him. He was wild eyed and distraught. I got a really heavy feeling when I walked in his room, and it hit me. He's been attacked everytime I lay him down to sleep the past 4 or 5 days. How on earth did I not pick up on that earlier? I picked him up and began praying and rebuking. It was the most amazing thing, he knew I was praying. He folded his hands and bowed his head in my shoulder. As soon as I felt we had reclaimed his room I stopped praying and he looked up at me, just as calm as ever. It brings tears to think of it. My poor little boy, stupid Satan! How dare he attack someone so helpless. Elijah knew he needed prayer. He knew what I was doing as soon as I started praying and prayed with me. I'm continually delighted to see how in-tune Elijah is with his creator. Every Sunday during worship at church he closes his eyes, claps and raises his hands in the air. It's encouraging to watch.

Wow, I've had this blog deal for an entire year now and this is only my 3rd post. There's very few things to remind me that a blog of my family exists, so it hasn't really existed up to this point. I'm not even sure where to begin. I guess I could read other blogs to get an idea, but I suppose it's better to just do my own thing.
Here's a little about our family, to start with:

I was born in Douglas, Wyoming in December of 1982
Joshua was born in Saragossa, Spain in June of 1983 - I'm a cradle robber

We met our sophomore year of high school when my family moved from Powell Wyoming to Cheyenne Wyoming. We were mere acquaintances for the next few years. We started talking more our senior years of high school and continued to through our freshman years of college. I realized during the beginning months of my sophomore year of college that he had quickly become one of my closest friends. I was enjoying a much needed year away at college in Strathmore, AB Canada and we spent hour upon hour on the phone each week. At the end of Feb 03' he stated his intentions and told me how he felt. I was elated! We we're engaged in November of 04 and married on May 28th 2005. Our wedding was in the mountains just East of Laramie, Wyoming. We spent the next month and a half in Laramie, commuting back and forth to Cheyenne to work at Brown's Shoe Fit Company (Thanks Shane-o! We would have been completely destitute without your generosity in providing those jobs for us) and dumster diving for food, because we were....extreamly poor.

The dumster diving was in part simply for entertainment. It just proved to be very...fruitful, if you will. We saved many moneys on food that month and a half. I dare say, for those of you that attended our wedding, the banada bread that you most likely consumed was composed completely of dumster doven bananas.... I apologize for the late notice. We packed up and split town for Maryland at the beginning of July. We were thrilled with the chance to venture out and live just as newlyweds in love, with no interuptions.

We lived in Maryland for a year while Josh did a research program designed for students between undergrad and Medschool. There will be a whole separate blog about our numurous and humurous adventures had in Maryland. We moved from there to Kirksville, MO in July of 06 where we purchased our first (fantastically adorable) house and nested down for Josh's first two years of osteopathic medical school at A.T. Still University. Our riot of a son, Elijah, came into existance there in Kirksville on July 13th, 2007. Johua finished out his second year there constantly battling whether to study or play with his son (he truly amazed me at how he could always pull good grades and play with Elijah as much as he did). We celebrated our 3rd anniversary as I miscarried our unexpected second child. Pretty crappy, I know. We packed up our belongings, celebrated Elijah's first birthday on the 13th of July and I wept as we drove away from our beloved house on July 15th, 2008. We landed in Colorado, where Josh is now doing his 3rd and 4th year of medschool, "clinical rotations." He's enjoying them thus far and God has coninued to confirm, through experiences with all different kinds of practices, that he's been called to do Family Practice. We will move from here in June of 2010 to make our way to his 3 year residency (location unkown). But for now, we are most definetely enjoying being near both of our families! It's also nice to have no humidity (but scaley knuckles and cracked insides of noses aren't so fun!), 70 degree weather spattered here and there throughout the winter, and being able to see the mountains any time we pull out onto the main road infront of our cozy little home.

Well, thats the blanket story. If you have the time and interest, I'll plug away at telling the tales of our lives from each place we've been. We'll start with dumster diving in Laramie, though it may be short because it was some time ago and my memory is limited to a few key points. Intersperced, I'm sure, will be the adventures of my every day life as I continue my career in being a stay-at-home mom to our now 19th month old boy. He's a hoot for sure!